Page 60 of Witch of My Heart

“You alright?” he asked, stripping his shirt off over his head and kicking his shoes off.

“Yeah. Just heated,” I chuckled. “You could make toast on me!”

“We can take care of that if you like,” he grinned as if we hadn’t already made the choice.

“I’ll try as long as you promise not to make me overheat,” I teased, crossing the kitchen to close the space between us.

“In here or do you want to go to the bedroom?” he asked, pulling me into his arms.

“I’m naked and I think I could have you naked pretty quickly,” I smirked.

“That doesn’t answer the question, mate.”

“Anywhere you want me,” I looked up at him and licked my lips. “I just want you, Blithe. Not just because of the heat. Not just the romping. I want our connection – to exchange the claiming vows. I started to get worried that you were gone so long, and it wasn’t long at all. That’s all normal, but if we had our mating link, I could’ve just pulled your tail and ---”

Blithe’s mouth claimed mine to stop my rambling. I had to hand it to him. The guy was good at stopping my doom spirals in their tracks. His tongue swirled around my mouth, and I tried to get past it to see if his fangs were out. They were another part of him that I was obsessed with. At least, my feline side was obsessed with them. He couldn’t stop imagining the things he could hunt with those things.

I walked backward until I could sit on the edge of the table and hopped up. Blithe kissed me harder, his fingers entangling in my hair and tugging. His other hand made quick work of his fly freeing his already hard dick from its fabric prison.

“I’ll take that,” I laughed against his lips as I wrapped my fingers around his dick.

His pulse throbbed against my hand as I stroked him.

“Not too long. Not too close to the edge. We need that inside of us,”my cat whispered into my thoughts.“That and the claiming vows.”

“I think I’m ready. I love foreplay mate, but it’s been days of foreplay. At least it feels that way.”

“Okay,” Blithe nodded and swallowed hard. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I don’t want you bumping something on the table.”

“Who says I’d be the clumsy one?” I laughed, letting go of his dick to wrap my arms around his neck.

“Okay, you got me, but I’m not embarrassed of not wanting to bust a kneecap or a hip bone on the table,” he grinned, scooping me up.

The walk down the hall took longer than ever before. Sweat prickled my forehead as each step Blithe took carried us closer to exchanging our claiming vows. His magic whispered wicked promises against my skin. The door opened for us, and Blithe laid me down on the bed. I held onto him, not willing to let him out of my sight again. The last couple of days had both passed in the blink of an eye and were a small eternity. Each second since I met him had been sweet and tortuous.

Our magics entangled with the true-mate magic tugging us together and nothing could stop us. Blithe stripped the rest of his clothes off and kicked them out of the way before he crawled into bed with me. For a second, we both held our breath, our gazes locked together while heat and magic danced between our flesh. Then he leaned in for the kiss. His lips claimed mine and I surrendered to his tongue as it slid into my mouth.

Still kissing him, I dragged him along with me until I stretched out flat beneath him. His fangs came out just enough to graze against my lip as Blithe knocked my knees apart with his hand to make room for himself. I almost grabbed his hard dick as it brushed against my belly but stopped myself. Too much of this man would never be enough. If we started the foreplay back up, I might stay locked in my heat cycle forever. Everything about Blithe made it hard to think in a straight line.

“You alright?” Blithe asked, sinking onto his heels.

“Just so fucking hot,” I nodded. “I want to play with you but---”

“Enough foreplay, right?” he smirked. “Like you said in the kitchen?”

“Exactly,” I laughed and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

“And you still want to carry my kids?” he asked running his hands up and down my parted thighs.

“Yes!” I nodded. “I want to carry your kids.”

With any other man, I would’ve thought he was fishing for compliments, but there were condoms on the nightstand as if he were prepared if I changed my mind and wanted safe sex instead. Heat and the true-mate response made safe sex more difficult, but he was ready to give it a try.

Only I wanted anything but safe sex. We did all this hard work since meeting to make a home safe for our future kittens and puppies. This was supposed to be the fun part. I bucked my hips to remind Blithe of that. His hands drifted up from my thighs to my groin. His fingertips brushed against the base of my cock sending a cascade of tingly pleasure down my spine, but he didn’t touch my dick. One hand rested there, while the other ventured lowered and rubbed against my hungry omegahole. Warm, slick arousal pooled there waiting for him and a moan rolled off my tongue as he slid his fingers inside me.

I opened my mouth to say that I was done with foreplay, but his fingers disappeared from inside of me almost as quickly as they showed up.

“I know,” Blithe nodded before I said anything. “I just wanted to make sure you were slick enough for us to skip foreplay. I want you to enjoy this – it’s our first time together, mate.”

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